Rage cleaning. It’s my form of throwing a toddler temper tantrum. If you know what’s good for you, you keep quiet and stay out of my way. When mom goes into rage cleaning mode, they know I’m serious and I’ve had it. My husband asks if I want wine and then quickly retreats before he ends up at the end of my rage. I think it all started back in college. I came home to the same dirty dishes in the sink that had been there all week. With all the other stresses piling up and me smiling and carrying on, I finally snapped. That’s usually how it works for me. I let it slide, and slide some more, and more, and more…then SNAP! It’s not pretty, and I’m sure it’s not healthy either. Anywho, I remember that day clearly. I grabbed a bag and put every single dirty dish in the bag and put it on my roommates bed. DONE! I proceeded to clean the kitchen, the bathroom, and the common area. It’s like a mental and physical cleanse for me.
Well last night I snapped. I can’t say it was just one thing that made me snap. It was a culmination of things that had been irritating the hell out of me for weeks. New house rules went up on the refrigerator. A list of all their school log-ins for their extra school work went up, Lexia, XtraMath, Edutyping…no more excuses of why you haven’t done any of it while I was at work. Then the rage cleaning ensued. Deep breaths, a Sam Adams, and my vacuum. That’s what this girl needed. After a couple of hours I felt settled, accomplished, more at ease, and in full control again. I slept really well too. I never sleep well. So, I know it’s like throwing a temper tantrum, but I got to do, what I got to do. It makes me feel SO much better. Some people scream and punch pillows, or even pop a Xanax. I clean. There may be some cupboard slamming too, but for the most part I clean and have a beer.
Any one else go through this?